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Daddy's Favorite ,[ spanking ]

"I'm no good at anything, and nobody pays any attention to me!" I heard
my daughter Mindy whine in the next room. "Josh is Dad's favorite, and
Tammy is yours!" It was a familiar refrain, and she was once again
complaining to my wife about her perceived persecution in the family.

I suppose it wasn't entirely groundless. As the middle child, she
suffered from the "Jan Brady" syndrome. She wasn't the oldest - that honor
fell to her fifteen-year-old brother, Josh. And she wasn't the baby -
that attention was lavished on her nine-year old sister, Tammy. At
thirteen, Mindy was the classic "middle child".

Unfortunately for her, that wasn't the end of it. You see, Josh was a
very promising young athlete, excelling at every sport to which he put
his hand. He showed real promise as a soccer player, potential to go a
long way with it. Much of the limited time I had for the family I spent
attending his soccer and basketball games, or taking him golfing with
me. Maybe I was a little partial to him, but I guess I enjoyed living
vicariously through my only son. He was the athlete I had never been.

On the other side of the coin, Mindy's younger sister Tammy was quite
precocious, a certifiable genius. At nine, she was already in the fifth
grade, having skipped the third. Her elementary school had recently
recommended moving her on to middle school for the second semester this
year. She had placed second in the state chess championship the
previous year in the 18-and-under class. I was naturally very proud of her,
and I made no secret of that. My wife was Korean, and for cultural
reasons she was even more doting on Tammy for her academic and intellectual
achievements than I was.

So Mindy was not only the middle child, but also far less athletically
inclined than her brother and far less intellectually gifted than her
sister. She missed out on the attention her siblings received as the
genius and the sports star. Not that Mindy was without her own gifts -
she was an extremely attractive girl. The Eurasian features, the silky
long black hair, and the perfect complexion she inherited from her
mother, combined with the long legs, the lean form, and the big brown eyes
(which nevertheless retained an almond-tilt) she received from my genes
made her a real beauty. When she grew up, she would be a
heart-stopper, I had always thought. My wife Sung Soon (she went by Soonie) and I
often referred to our kids as "The Brawn", "The Beauty" and "The Brain".

Despite Mindy's physical gifts, however, I could see how she might feel
neglected. The family scheduled its time around Josh's sports
activities, and we were clearly very focused on Tammy's accomplishments, but
what good did Mindy's looks do her in the "economy" of family attention?
It's not like we were going to enter her in beauty contests or anything
- that was definitely not our style. Like most parents, we tried to
suppress any emphasis on the superficial. Unfortunately for Mindy, it's
always a lot easier to view physical charms as superficial than it is
to view athletic prowess or academic success in the same way.

"That's not so," I heard Soonie reply to my daughter's complaint in her
stern, heavily accented, but perfect English. "We love you all just
the same. If you want more attention, get better grades. You can be
smart. You have to study more!" Even I could see how this conversation
wasn't going to help Mindy. My wife was totally focused on achievement,
insisting that all three of her children would become doctors, lawyers,
or professors. I couldn't argue with that value system, but it hardly
helped Mindy to develop any self-confidence or esteem. I suspected that
she was destined to be a slightly above-average student regardless of
how much or how little she studied.

The only way she was going to feel validated was through the attention
her face and body could get her. It was on the occasion of this
overheard, often-heard conversation that I came to this realization. The
timing of this discovery on my part was ideal - it made me immediately
recognize the cause Mindy's subsequent behavior, and it forearmed me to
take advantage of it. I can't say I am proud of the use I made of this
knowledge, but I must admit, I've been very pleased with it.

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I guess it was on a Saturday, a couple of weeks later, that I noticed
her first calculated attempt to get some attention. She had just been
to the mall with her friends, and she returned wearing a new pair of
shoes. They were open toed, very-high heeled black numbers that on an
older female I would have described as "fuck me pumps". She was wearing
them with a pair of short-shorts and a belly-baring top. I couldn't
help but notice the sleek lines they made of her long lean legs, and the
perky lift they gave to her tight little thirteen-year-old ass. My cock
stirred in pleasure at the sight, although I'm certain Mindy had no
idea of the effect she had on me. She simply thought the outfit was
"cute", and was underscoring her strong points in an attempt to garner more
attention, from both her family and the world. This development was
definitely fine by me. Daughter or not, she was a sexy little bitch.

"Honey, now don't you look cute!"

"Do you like my new shoes, Daddy?"

"They're very nice. I like it when you dress like that. It makes me
proud to have such a pretty daughter.'

"Oh, Daddy!"

"No, really. A man should show off such a pretty daughter. Hey, I
have an idea, why don't you and I go out somewhere this afternoon, so
everyone can see how pretty my daughter is?"

Mindy blushed at the compliment, and at being the focus for once. This
was working, I could tell she was very pleased. She was getting
positive attention from her father and she loved it. "Really, Daddy? That
sounds great!"

I was glad I had foreseen this development. Mindy was trying to get
validation through her looks, and I was encouraging it. Now to throw a
little water on the fire, just to keep her working at it. "O.K., let's
go then. Josh has a soccer game this afternoon. Let's head over to
Marksan Field and watch his game." I could see how this crushed her --
she physically slumped. I decided to ease off a little, to provide more
encouragement for her chosen course. "I don't know if I'll even be
able to watch the game with such a pretty girl beside me!"

This cheered her up a bit, and I got a reward to suggest this approach
was going to work: as I walked behind her down the walk towards the
car, I noticed her putting a little swing in her hips. I felt my cock
twitch again. Yes, if I could get her to keep this campaign up, my prick
and every male she met would have me to thank for the pleasurable view.

When we got to the game I made sure we sat a few rows up in the
bleachers. I sent her repeatedly down the stands and across in front of the
small crowd to the concession kiosk. Watching her negotiate her way
down the steps in her too-high heels, and watching the head of every male
in the rows before me track her progress as she passed, created both a
tingling in my loins and a pride of possession in my heart. I could
tell she was noticing and enjoying the attention from the crowd - she was
walking as sexily as she could. She did a pretty good job of it, too,
for an inexperienced thirteen-year-old. With a little swish to her
hips, a flip of her long, silky black hair, or an unnecessary pause to
look back up at me, her hand shading her eyes while she pushed out her
immature chest, she joined the timeless charade, the ancient dance of the
pubescent female. Whether she understood the consequences or not, her
body was announcing to every male within view its budding womanhood, its
readiness to be mated. My god, I love life!

Of course, like a billion fathers before me, I felt a jealous urge to
protect her from the attentions of other men. Unlike most of them, I
understood the primary source of this jealously -- my own lust for her.
I took satisfaction from the irrepressible affirmation the men in the
crowd were giving me, and I knew it would only serve to assist my
efforts in molding her. I had something none of them did - power over this
sweet little cunt. I enjoyed the authority of a father to keep his
thirteen-year-old daughter on a short leash, away from the clutches of
pimply-faced boys and lecherous men. A short leash -- now that was a mental
image!

Whenever she returned from one of these expeditions, I openly devoured
her with my eyes. When she sat down, I would pay her a compliment,
like "Those shoes _do_ make your walk sexier", or "I can't believe how
you're growing up", but then I would leave it at that, and overtly direct
my undivided attention towards Josh's exploits on the soccer field.
She was receiving my message loud and clear: your importance to me is
based upon and limited to your sex appeal. This might seem a little
harsh, but with her feelings of sibling inferiority, I hoped she would
clutch at it like a life ring.

As we sat there, Mindy alternately basking in my attention and pouting
at my inattention, and me pretending to watch the game, my mind was
working at top speed. This was going well, so well that it was outpacing
my planning. How could I continue to encourage her to measure her
worth by her sexuality while also ensuring that she didn't find her reward
in the attentions of others, rather than from me? I could hardly
compliment her "fuck me" clothing, while punishing her for going out in it.
I couldn't convince her that her sexuality was her most important asset
while simultaneously restricting her to the house "to study".

However, I knew I had an unwitting ally in my wife, Soonie. With her
intense focus on academics, I knew exactly which buttons to push.

By the time we returned home, Mindy was bubbling with happiness. I had
made a point of not waiting for Josh after the game, saying that he had
his bike, and this was Daddy-Daughter Day, anyway. Instead, I had taken
her to the neighborhood Dairy Queen, where a lot of kids her age were
wont to gather. She enjoyed prancing around in front of her classmates
in her hot outfit, especially the boys, I'm sure. But if I read the
situation correctly, she also delighted in the unprecedented one-on-one
attention from her dad. Her happiness did not go unnoticed by her mother
upon our return, or during dinner that evening.

Later, when Soonie and I were alone, she brought it up.

"Mindy seemed very happy today. Where did you go with her?"

"Oh, we went to Josh's game, and then I took her to Dairy Queen. You
know how she feels she doesn't get enough attention. I thought I'd try
to spend some time with her."

"That's a good idea. She does get upset about that sometimes. It's
just that she doesn't study hard enough. Tammy will get into a good
college, and Josh gets better grades, too. Of course I show them my approval
more often. But I love her just the same. I just wish she'd do
better!"

"Well, maybe she doesn't need to be that good at school. She has other
qualities, you know. Lots of boys came up to talk to her at the game.
She must be very popular. Maybe it's time we let her date." As
expected, this set Soonie off.

"I don't care about popular! That won't get her into a good college!
And she isn't going to date anyone! She doesn't study enough as it is.
Once she goes to a top college, then maybe she can date."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right, baby." Perfect. Of course, I wasn't
unhappy in the slightest. My wife would see to it that the only close
male contact Mindy got would be from me and Josh, and from what I'd seen
as we left the game, Josh had plenty of little cuties to occupy him
already. Just thinking about what lay ahead made me hard. I put my vigor
to good use, throwing it into Soonie from behind as I replayed Mindy's
afternoon fertility display in my mind. Thirty minutes later, Soonie
collapsed with an aching, satisfied, cum-drenched pussy. If she only
knew why!

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Events unfolded pretty much as I had hoped. Soonie continued to ride
Mindy hard, putting the pressure on her academically while restricting
her socially. Part of me felt bad for the girl, since I knew her
mother's expectations were simply beyond her ability. On the other hand,
this campaign drove a wedge between mother and daughter, a situation that
would later serve me well. I heaped fuel on the fire, with carefully
crafted "casual comments" to Soonie. These would always result in
redoubled strictures on Mindy. At the same time, I became a sounding board
for the girl. Such exchanges would go something like this:

"Daddy, Mom's unbelievable! Can't she understand that I'm never going
to Harvard, that I'm not gonna be a doctor?"

"She just wants the best for you, honey. I can't disagree with her
attitude towards school. You'll never have a chance later in life to
learn as much as you can today."

"I know, I know! But I'm no good at that stuff. Besides, she never
lets me go anywhere. And if she does let me go somewhere, whenever she
thinks boys might be around, she gets all weird about what I can wear!"

"Well, pumpkin, you know I have to back your mother up. But I'll tell
you what, whenever I take you somewhere, you can wear whatever you
like."

"Thanks, Daddy, I knew you'd understand."

The mother-daughter division only widened. Mindy came to rely on me
more and more as the refuge from her unhappy situation. I continued to
trot her out from time to time, and she didn't disappoint. She'd use
those opportunities to dress as "grown up" and sexy as she could. When
her mother started finding fault with Mindy's clothing purchases, and
began participating in her now infrequent shopping expeditions, I helped
my daughter out by taking her shopping once in a while myself. It was
cute how Mindy thought it so indulgent of me to "allow" her buy the
sexiest outfits, when of course I wouldn't have had it any other way.

There were a couple of skirts and a pair of shorts she acquired along
the way that were so short and sexy, she was afraid her mother would
find them and go ballistic. She asked if she could keep them in my den,
in the basement, which was my private preserve. Soonie rarely entered
the room, and never without me there. My wife had her own retreat, on
the second floor, which she called her "reading room", and which I
respected similarly. This arrangement had always served our relationship
well, giving us each a guaranteed private "space", and now my den was
about to serve me in another valuable capacity. Of course I said "yes" to
Mindy's request, and we entered the stage of hiding our first shared
secret from her mother.

Inevitably, the mother-daughter tension led to endless, highly vocal
arguments, which only served to escalate their differences. To my
surprise and delight, one evening Soonie came to me and asked me to punish
Mindy for a particularly egregious case of "sass". When I asked her what
she had in mind, she said, "Give her a spanking like you used to. If
she's going to act like a little girl, she can be punished like one!"

It was a struggle to keep a stern and concerned look on my face. I
hadn't spanked any of the kids after they'd turned seven or eight, and I
had never done it very often for any of them, even back then. The
prospect of spanking Mindy's tight little thirteen-year-old ass sent an
immediate telegraph to my prick, which sprang to attention. I quickly sat
down to hide the tent in my trousers, gathered my composure, and
replied, "If you think it's necessary. Send her to my den."

I had traditionally administered the rare spankings in my den. It had
added to the gravity of the situation, getting "sent to the den", a
normally off-limits jurisdiction, for one's punishment from Dad. I headed
down there myself and eagerly awaited Mindy.

She arrived with an apprehensive look in her big, brown, slightly
tilted Eurasian eyes. She was wearing a pleated skirt, a tucked in blouse,
a pair of white socks and loafer-type shoes. She looked like a little
schoolgirl in uniform, which did nothing to take the pressure off my
imprisoned, straining shaft.

"Now tell me what you did, sweetheart."

"Daddy," she replied softly, "I'm sorry. I sassed Mom. She just seems
so mean to me. I won't do it again; I learned my lesson. Do you
really have to spank me?" She looked at me with a cute little puppy-dog
face -- sexy, sloe-eyed, pouting -- which only served to inflame me more.
She was definitely going to get spanked now!

"Now honey, your mom is going to ask me how this went, and I can't
straight out lie to her. What are you now, thirteen? I'll tell you what,
that means I'm supposed to give you thirteen strokes. I'll give you
seven hard ones, and six soft ones, O.K., and you know I always try to
make it feel better afterwards."

"O.K., Daddy, I understand. Thanks," as she voluntarily draped herself
across my lap, perfectly positioned. Although she hadn't done this in
almost six years, which must have seemed like an awfully long time in
her young life, she still knew what to do. She centered her hips on my
lap so quickly that the sudden impact of her pelvis would have seriously
injured my erect penis had it been pointing any more vertically. As it
was, her eighty-five pounds applied a pleasant pressure along my fully
clothed shaft, which her placement had nudged up along my lower
abdomen.

I pulled her little skirt up to expose her white cotton panties. I
tucked the skirt into her waistband and rested my palm on one perfect,
tight, round, schoolgirl cheek. My penis moved of its own accord under her
sweet little form, although I don't know if she noticed. Without
further ceremony, I pulled my hand back and struck the same cheek a
resounding, open-handed blow.

"Owwww Daddy!"

"That's one hard one, honey, only six of them to go." The next six
came in relatively rapid succession, to one check or the other or across
both, me counting them out loud and Mindy stifling her cries the best
she could. I would have liked to have taken my time, but I didn't want
my sexual arousal to become too obvious just yet. I could feel my cock
drooling precum by the time we reached seven and the end of the hard
strokes.

"The worst part is over now, baby," I soothed as I gently massaged her
sweet little asscakes. "These next six will be slower and lighter."

The next six were hardly blows at all, each pat ending in a gentle
cupping and caressing of some part of her bottom. I concentrated my
attentions on the underside of her ass, where it met her long, coltish legs.
My massaging fingertips frequently strayed very close to the little
pouting, panty-clad mound I could see peeking out from between her
slightly parted legs. Finally, I was done, so I bent over and kissed each of
her cute little panty-clad buttocks once, pulled her skirt down, and
helped her up.

She rubbed her bottom ruefully, but there was an odd sparkle in her
eyes. If I needed any more evidence of her sexual development, I had it.
I don't know what it is, hormones, maybe, but it has always been my
experience that a woman enjoys a spanking, at least to some degree, in a
way unfathomable to a child. Her bottom and pride might sting a bit, I
thought, but unless I miss my guess, her pussy is tingling just a bit as
well.

"Daddy, that wasn't so bad. Do you think I could get mom to send me to
you for a spanking once in a while, instead of restricting me to the
house? Then I could go out more."

"You might be able to do that, honey. Now go get ready for bed. Good
night." Of course, my real agenda would be to encourage Soonie to
assign her spankings _and_ restriction. I didn't want Mindy finding any
emotional refuges outside the home now that I was getting some
gratification!

After I was sure she had gone upstairs, I looked over in the corner.
She hadn't noticed that the video camera, in its normal position on its
tripod, had been running. I quickly pulled the tape out and set it up
in my den's VCR. I watched the spanking session several times, pulling
on my dick, almost viciously, until I climaxed. I came, gasping and
groaning aloud with pleasure, my eyes transfixed on the image of her sweet
little adolescent ass, my prick shooting a tremendous load of cum into
the junior-high-school panties I had filched from the laundry some days
before.

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>From then on, Soonie assigned Mindy plenty of spankings, without,
thankfully, any reprieve from her virtual house arrest. Each time, she
showed up in a skirt, which allowed me to expose her panties, and each
time she seemed more and more responsive to the caresses during the "soft
six" strokes, pressing back up into my hand or grinding her pelvic bone
almost imperceptibly against my thigh.

Each time, I concentrated more and more on the region surrounding her
innocent pussy, my fingertips occasionally grazing along the puffy lips
through their cotton covering. Each time, her eyes seemed a little
glassier when we were finished, her face a little more flushed. Each time,
I rewarded myself with a post-punishment mastubatory release, complete
with videotape. I began to suspect that I wasn't the only one looking
forward to these sessions.

I became convinced of this during a session a couple of weeks after her
birthday. After the thirteenth stroke, six of which, as usual, were
little more than drawn-out, lewd, caressing gropes, I was leaning over to
give her bottom its traditional two pecks when she said:

"Daddy, I'm fourteen now. You're supposed to spank me one more time."

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Soon, of course, I wanted more. I came up with a reckless plan, and
tried to screw up my courage on two occasions during our now
almost-routine spanking sessions, only to lose my nerve. Let's face it: although
my fourteen-year-old daughter had become a virtual accomplice in all
this, I knew full well that I was very close to crossing the line already.
One word to her mother, maybe during one of her rare tantrums toward
me, and I'd be cooked. Society in these cases places all the blame
squarely on the adult, and rightly so, I'm afraid. Mindy was far too young
to not be easily manipulated by a lecherous old man - my success so far
was proof of that!

However, one evening when I'd already had a couple of relaxing
scotches, I heard the decibel level rising in the next room. This is it, I
thought, as I quickly poured myself one more fortifying drink. Sure
enough, in a few minutes I was informed that Mindy needed a spanking, so I
retired to my den to await her. My stomach was in knots. I feared I
would once again lose my nerve. However, when I saw the hot little bitch
enter my den, her hair in a ponytail, her skirt impossibly short, her
top leaving her flat, tan belly exposed, and her feet in the very "fuck
me" pumps that had initiated this course so many weeks before, my
resolve returned.

"Honey, what did you do this time?"

"Mom said I look like a slut in this outfit, that I couldn't wear it.
I mouthed off, and she got mad, as usual. You like this outfit, don't
you Daddy?"

"Yes, I do, but you know how your mother feels about that kind of
thing. You know very well that you can only wear that sort of outfit when
you and I go out together, and then only when your mother is not around
to see it. And we can't have you talking back to your mother. It's
almost like you're _trying_ to get a spanking!" Here it goes. "Honey,
your spankings must be too easy on you. From now on, you're going to be
spanked bare-assed. Take off your panties."

My heart stood still. Would she scream, run off to her mom, or comply?
She seemed to take minutes to respond, but in fact it was probably only
a second or two. I actually detected a slight smile on her lips as she
reached under her skirt and shimmied out of her panties, stepping out
and leaving a pool of white cotton on the floor.

"Let me see," I somehow let out in my sex-husky voice. She slowly
lifted her skirt to reveal her tight, tidy, virgin cunt. There was only a
trace of brown hair above her slit, soft and straight as her mother's.
Happily for my taste, none of the "curly-pube" genes of my Caucasian
blood had influenced my daughter's sex. I wondered if her vagina would
turn out to be as undersized as her mother's when she grew up. The hell
with that, I thought, it's sure as fuck undersized now!

Apart from that little tuft, her pussy was completely hairless. The
smooth, clean lines of her taut, puffy labia looked delicious. Her hips
had only the slightest pubescent swell to them, but her thighs were
already separated by a good-sized pussy gap. I had to resist the urge to
cup her girlcunt in my palm, but we weren't ready for that just yet.

"O.K., honey, let's get to it." She released her skirt and spread
herself over my lap. I pulled the skirt up to expose her exquisitely
naked, candy ass. My first seven blows left angry red handprints on my
daughter's quivering, silky bottom. My second seven, the caressing
"blows", focused almost entirely on her inner thighs, my contact with her
labia by no means incidental at this point. Her pussy was leaking fluid,
providing visual and tactile evidence of the enjoyment I had only so
far suspected in her. Since she was face down in my lap, her juices
flowed down to lubricate her tender young clitoris, which, after my
prescribed fourteen count, I began to diddle in earnest.

It only took a few minutes of this clitoral attention, punctuated by
the occasional detour of my fingertips up through her oozing cuntal
crease, before she began to gasp, her hips moving spasmodically, her
teenaged body flushing in her very first orgasm at her Daddy's hands. I
resolved then and there that it would be far from her last.

After licking my fingers (mmmmm, that's sweet), I once again kissed
each cheek, now on soft bare skin for the first time, and added one more
kiss, square on the lips of her hairless, virgin twat. I couldn't
resist slipping her a hint of tongue.

She put herself together, a bit embarrassed I supposed, and left. She
was a little quiet, but clearly in no danger of disclosing the
particulars of our session to her mother. I treated myself to my traditional
post-punishment jerk-off, this time viewing a videotape focused
perfectly on her naked and teased fourteen-year-old cunt. I had to stroke
myself with my left hand so that I could come while sniffing at the sweet
poontang on the fingers of my right.

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>From that point, Mindy's life pretty much consisted of attending
school, doing her homework, arguing with her mom, and getting spanked by her
dad. Ironically, the spanking was the high point of her existence.
Although I continued to molest her young sex, I always started out with
the prescribed spanking. One day, she asked me to start giving her all
fourteen strokes fast and hard, provided I promised, as she put it, "to
make her feel all better" afterwards.

Sometimes I made her strip completely, and I'd toy with her miniature
breasts with my left hand while I spanked and diddled her with the
right. Sometimes I had her leave her panties on, so I could slide my
fingers through the leg band to toy with her pussy. It added a flair of the
naughty and forbidden. I continued to tape these episodes, and to
gratify myself afterwards while reviewing them. At the end of each
session, I gave her the now formulaic three kisses - one on each buttock and
an increasingly long, wet, and lewd one on her pussy.

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One evening, I arrived home to what looked like an empty house. I
headed for my den to put a few legal documents in my safe. When I entered,
I knew something was wrong. I don't know how I knew, but I could sense
that someone had been in my sanctuary in my absence.

Acting on this suspicion, I opened my always-unlocked video cabinet.
Sure enough, some of videos had been disturbed - I used a peculiar
organization system for my videotapes, one that wouldn't be easy to guess if
you were attempting to put things back the way you found them. Whoever
had been snooping hadn't been able to cover his or her tracks.

My heart sank into my stomach. Those videos were full of evidence,
evidence that I had been sexually abusing my adolescent daughter. Where
was my family? At the police station? Let's see, my panicked mind
raced, Josh should be at his soccer match. It's out of town. Soonie was
supposed to be at a church board meeting. She might have taken Tammy
along, my wife liked to have her practice on the piano there. God knows
where Mindy was. Mindy - most likely it was Mindy, the other kids still
kept clear of my den, only Mindy would have any familiarity with the
room, oh God, please let it have been Mindy!

I was assailed with waves of fear, of self-recrimination. What had I
done? Why didn't I lock those up? Why was I such a fool? Why did I make
those damn tapes in the first place? Oh God, let me out of this one,
and I'm done with it!

Suddenly, I heard a noise upstairs. I shut the cabinet door, and stole
up the stairs to the first floor. There it was, another noise, coming
from the eastern end of the house, second floor. Mindy!

"Mindy!" I bellowed up the stairs. "Get your ass down here! To my den,
now!"

When she entered the den, her eyes darted to the closed video cabinet.
That was the evidence I needed. Relief washed over me. Thank God it
had been her! As fear left my being, rage stepped in. I yanked her
across my lap, ripped her panties off, and gave her fourteen blows the likes
of which she had never felt. I had always "pulled" my blows, even the
supposed hard ones, but on this occasion, I laid on like a butcher.

By the time I was finished, she was sobbing.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry!"

I didn't follow up this punishment with any gentle caressing and
diddling. Instead, I spun my chair around to face my desk, at the same time
setting the weeping girl up on the desktop. I threw her slender legs
up over my shoulders and buried my face in her tender crotch. To hell
with the light kisses and the teasing tongue-tip, I was devouring her
baby cunt like a starving man. She fell back on her elbows for balance as
I clutched her young buns in my claws, pulling her sweet immature pussy
up into my hungry maw.

Soon, she stopped sobbing, then, she stopped weeping, and finally, she
stopped crying altogether. Her hips started rocking back and forth,
conspiring with my mouth to bring this delicious torture to her body.
Suddenly, her body was wracked with spasms. She sprang up off her
elbows, both her hands now grasping the back of my head, pulling my face into
her climaxing sex. Juices poured forth from her convulsing cunt,
running into my mouth as sweet nectar.

She came down from her climax, breathing heavily. She released my head
and lay back across my large desk. She looked as though she was about
to speak, when I arose from my chair and unzipped my pants. Her eyes
grew wide as I pulled out my iron-hard cock. This was the first time
she had seen it. She was transfixed by it for a moment, and then her
eyes anxiously darted up to mine, only to be met with a stern stare.

'I'm sorry, Daddy, I won't snoop any more, I promise!" she moaned
desperately. She probably thought I was still crazed with rage, but by now
I was merely crazed with lust. Her virgin hole was perfectly situated
at the edge of my desk, and taking hold of her hip with my left hand
and my need with the right, I advanced upon it.

Her sloppy wet slit was an easy target. I lodged the head of my angry
prick at her entrance without difficulty.

"Daddy, what are..."

I advanced further. My turgid rod pressed in, about an inch-and-a-half
into her velvety, vise-like snatch, to stop against her doomed
maidenhead. My right hand now took hold of her other hip.

"Uhn!" she grunted, "Daddy, are you going to ..."

I lunged forward, spearing my steel through her tender girlhood like
tissue paper, my hips driving me in until I hit bottom.

"Owwww! Take it out! It hurts, Daddy!"

I looked down to see her young, hairless pussy lips stretched obscenely
around my thick fuckstick. About an inch and a half of my seven
remained outside her tight channel. Her cervix had halted the invasion at
that point.

Instead of pulling out, I again lifted her legs over my shoulders, this
time to their standing height. I then again seized both her young hips
and began to drive into her again and again, mercilessly slamming the
hammer of my cockhead against her girlish womb. She grunted or gasped at
every thrust, obviously in some pain, but all I could think about was
how tight, how soft, how wonderful her sweet pussy felt gripping at my
pounding prick.

I was almost blind with animal lust as I reached up and ripped her
blouse open. Her tiny titties greeted me. Her eyes were half-lidded as her
long slender legs slipped down off my shoulders, and she wrapped them
around my waist all by herself. She no longer seemed to be in pain -
her moans had taken on a lustful air of their own.

It only took a few moments more for the combination of her velvety
cunt, the erotic, forbidden nature of the scene, and my relentless action
to bring me to a glorious orgasm. I shouted out loud, unintelligibly, as
rope after rope of sticky, thick incestuous semen shot through my
pulsing shaft and deep into my young daughter's womb. I had never felt
anything so rapturous in my life. I almost collapsed bodily on top of her
abused little form, my mind numb with the release. I looked down at
our joined loins. My still-hard penis was now buried to the hilt in her
junior-miss hole.

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Later that evening, when my wife had returned and had drawn a bath, I
decided I had to pay Mindy a visit in her bedroom.

When we had uncoupled a few hours earlier, I had sat back, exhausted,
into my den chair. To my delight, my numbed senses finally made out
what the poor abused girl was saying.

"I am really sorry, Daddy. I shouldn't have been snooping. I know I
deserved to be punished. Please, don't stay mad at me. I can't have you
AND mom not like me!"

I recalled nodding, somewhat dumbly, and dismissing the girl with a
half-hearted wave of my hand. She was actually apologizing to ME!

So now I softly knocked on her door, and entered. She was sitting up
in her bed, her pink quilt covering her from the waist down. She had a
Mickey Mouse T-shirt on as a pajama top. The little twin bed was
covered with stuffed animals. I pushed a couple aside so that I could sit
on the edge next to her.

"Honey, I'm sorry I had to punish you so severely this evening. You
know you're not supposed to be in my den unless I tell you to be."

"I know, Daddy, I'm really sorry. I just wondered why the video camera
was always on when you spanked me."

So, she had realized it was on after all!

"Well, sweetheart, you might have noticed that whenever I punish you, I
get an erection. That can be painful to a man if it's not dealt with.
After our sessions, I would watch the tape and play with myself, to get
some relief. Just like you probably played with yourself while you
were watching those tapes today," I guessed, which her embarrassed
expression confirmed.

"But I'm not going to need to do that anymore, since from now on, if I
have to punish you, part of it is going to be a good sound fuck. Call
it a cervical spanking if you like. I was pretty angry today, so I
might have been a bit rough. It won't always be like that."

"It wasn't that bad, Daddy, after a couple of minutes. Sort of like
the spankings, I actually kind of liked it. Is that weird?"

"No, pumpkin, it's not. In fact, fucking doesn't have to be a
punishment at all. It can be a gentle, pleasant experience for both parties.
That's why I'm here right now. I'm going to show my favorite girl what
a nice, loving, leisurely screw feels like while Mom is taking her
bath."

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Over the next few years, Mindy received fewer and fewer bottom
spankings and more and more cervical ones. As Daddy's secret favorite, her
attitude actually changed so much that her mother seldom found reason to
send her to me for punishment. Their relationship remained chilly, if
somewhat more civil. I started spending lots of time tutoring Mindy on
her schoolwork down in my den, much to my wife's delight. Her grades
improved (we actually did _some_ schoolwork), and by the time she
graduated high school she was able to get into Duke. Not a real Ivy League
school, but under the circumstances, a college prestigious enough to
make Soonie happy. Josh's soccer talents and decent grades had gotten him
into Dartmouth a couple years before, so it was soon just Soonie, young
Tammy, and I at home.

By the time Tammy turned fifteen, she had become quite a cutie herself.
Not as exceptionally attractive as Mindy, but certainly a heartbreaker
to a degree not promised by her younger days. Naturally, she shared
many delectable Eurasian features with her older sister, and her cupcake
tits were actually a little larger than Mindy's. Unfortunately for her,
after skipping a couple of grades, she was significantly younger than
her classmates, and a little shy, so she was lonely and glum with her
siblings out of the house. She was giddy when Mindy returned for summer
vacation after her freshman year, as, of course, was I. Nonetheless,
after Mindy returned to Duke in the fall to begin her sophomore year,
Tammy started acting up in a big way.

Now I'm happy to report two pieces of wonderful news.

First, it seems that fifteen-year-old Tammy, once the apple of her
mother's eye, has started sassing and talking back. She's to be sent to me
to begin a punishment regimen this very evening.

Second, it appears that Mindy may have to take a leave of absence from
Duke. Shortly after arriving back on campus in September, she
discovered she was six weeks pregnant. Her mother is outraged, and I am, of
course, suitably shocked and befuddled. How could this have happened?
After all, she barely left the house all summer!

The End
Daddy

hawk9934

09-28-2006, 03:55 PM

very nice. i like the story

davesmistress

10-05-2006, 02:42 PM

Good story..thanks

inherhole

02-11-2007, 07:49 PM

I am glad to see that Mindy is going to have her Father's baby and I hope in a latter chapter Tammy has one also with Mindy having another one at the same time.

Badlybent

02-13-2007, 06:02 AM

I thought the first part was a little slow but once things got started it was a great story that was well told. Sequels would be wonderful. This story cries out to become a series.

01TACO

05-16-2007, 02:38 AM

awesome story, i'd like to read more.

Wildfire79

06-11-2007, 04:50 AM

nice, I hope this turns into a series ;)

bunnisue

07-13-2007, 12:13 AM

very good story.

phantom1977

11-11-2007, 03:17 PM

I support the iea of a`sequel or even better...series.

Great Story

suzukiprincess23

05-01-2008, 07:04 AM

I really liked your story it would make a good serious

thekiwicharmer

05-01-2008, 09:36 AM

Definately keep up the excellent work and yes another horny story would be appreciated.

Veronica Dreams

05-12-2008, 08:46 PM

I agree with all, very good story and a follow up story of Tammy would be great.

puffypie

06-02-2008, 11:47 AM

Great story now lets get Tammy to open her young legs.

iaxai

06-04-2008, 11:43 AM

Great stories, awesome lead up. Continue XD!

bert

07-25-2008, 06:39 PM

I love the twist at the end. Just how did that happen?!?!?!

Lol ...

Roadbug

08-04-2008, 04:09 PM

As stated previously, this one needs another. Possibly 2 or 3? Good story!:)

lancelot1

12-24-2010, 06:01 PM

if the girls are going to be really punished they definately need to get done in their ass lol :)

zepplin

12-28-2010, 03:33 PM

great story, well written, would love to see more with tammy

antoine

02-15-2011, 02:48 PM

Great - just great!

drawn2life

05-04-2012, 05:35 AM

I needed that. I needed this story. I needed this site to bring it to me. Thank you. So satisfied.

alc239

05-04-2012, 03:47 PM

nice work

thePantythief

10-18-2012, 04:36 PM

[B]Absolutely wonderful story!!! I can't wait to read the next installment about the other daughter. I am a major fan of incest, and family fucking. Keep up the wonderful work.